Owen smirked. As Ianto stepped in, so did he, closing the distance between them. He raised an eyebrow, eying Ianto up and down. "You're gonna make me shave, aren't you," he murmured. His voice was lot, a bit of play to it. He licked his lips, not moving, not wavering.
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